A Sad Day

I believe one of the saddest events in my life was the day I found out that I might have cancer. My life has never been the same since that day.

It was in the spring of my seventh grade year at school. My right knee had been bothering me for quite sometime. It was also swollen, and my range of motion was limited. My doctor ordered some x-rays and an MRI to be done. Not long after that, my dad and I went to his office to hear how they turned out. I had no idea about the news we were getting ready to hear, and how forever it would alter our lives. The doctor came in the room. I was sitting on the examination table and my dad was sitting nearby in a chair. The doctor put his hand on my knee and said something like, “I need to get serious for a while.” I don’t remember all that he said, but when I heard cancer it got me. I was shocked. My dad said I turned white. I was only thirteen years old. I thought cancer was what you got when you were old.

When my dad and I left the doctor’s office, we both were saddened. I was scared. I did not know what was going to happen next. We shed our tears and just hoped for the best. There was still a chance that it wasn’t cancer, and we held on to that hope. The next day, a needle biopsy revealed that it was cancer.